Author: Kaz
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimer: The characters Willow and Tara are the property of Joss Whedon and/or Mutant Enemy.

Willow swallowed nervously as she surveyed the bedroom. Everything was perfect. She had tied silk scarves to the headboard and footboard of the bed, which was devoid of covers. The lights were turned down fairly low, a few candles adding what Willow hoped was ambience. Willow also made sure that the bedroom was warm enough that no one would be too cold when clothes had been shed, but she made sure to put a blanket within easy reach for after-sex cuddles. She glanced at the clock and noted that Tara's class had let out five minutes earlier. Clutching her robe around her slender body, she began to pace. After the fifth time around the small room she stopped, inwardly amused at her nervousness.

She took a deep breath and sat waiting on the bed. 'I better look over my notes one more time,' Willow thought to herself anxiously. Leaning over to the bedside table, she pulled out her notebook and flipped to the page marked "Experiment 1: Bondage". A neat, concise outline followed, approximate times were noted by each heading, and vital points were marked with a star. She was so intent on her notes that she didn't notice Tara until she was standing next to her.

"Hey, sweetie," Tara said softly, not wanting to startle her girlfriend.

Willow jumped slightly, relaxing as she looked up into Tara's smiling face. "Hi. How was class?"

"It was... class. I was kinda distracted by all sorts of naughty thoughts," Tara admitted sheepishly.

Willow grinned. "Oh, really? I like that I get you all distracted. Makes me all warm and fuzzy inside." Tara just smiled back at her. "So, do you wanna?" Willow asked. Tara nodded, her smile growing even larger, her eyes widening in anticipation. "Okay. Um, then why don't you go get undressed and come back here," Willow suggested.

Tara nodded slightly. "Yes, M'lady Willow," she said softly as she walked into the bathroom.

Willow could feel her heart beating rapidly, her nipples hardening and her pussy begin to get wet. 'Wow. I mean, wow. Just one little thing, her calling me M'lady Willow and I'm all ready to burst.' Willow thought to herself in amazement. Quickly, she stood up and shed the robe, revealing the black satin bra and panty set. Black lace thigh highs attached to a black satin garter belt. She tossed her slippers in the corner and reached under the bed for the pair of black heels she had borrowed from Buffy. 'I'll have to let her know I borrowed them later,' Willow promised herself. She stood waiting, forcing herself to act calm and patient, while inwardly she was bouncing in excitement and nervous anticipation.

Tara opened the bathroom door and stood nude in doorway. She looked at Willow, her eyes showing her surge of lust at the sight of the redhead. However much she wanted to take Willow in her arms, she refrained herself, simply waiting for the redhead's next instruction.

Willow looked up and saw Tara waiting. She smiled. For some reason, it seemed as if the butterflies in her stomach were a million miles away. A feeling of calm washed over her as she gazed at her lover. "Come closer, Tara. I want to see you," she instructed.

Tara obeyed, walking closer until Willow held up a hand, indicating she stop. Willow circled Tara, admiring her body. Her full, firm breasts, her nicely rounded ass, her flat stomach. "You're gorgeous, baby," Willow said reverently.

Tara blushed and looked downward. "T-thank you, M'lady."

Willow frowned. 'Why does she always do that? Can't she see how gorgeous she is?' She walked closer to Tara, her finger pushing her chin up lightly. "I don't like it when you look down. It makes me think you're ashamed of yourself for some reason. You have nothing to be ashamed for. You are beautiful."

Tara smiled hesitantly. "Thank you, M'lady." This was said with more assurance.

Willow nodded, satisfied for the moment. Taking Tara's hand she led her to the bed. "Do you remember the safeword, Tara-pet?" She smiled at her spur-of-the-moment name for her lover.

Tara nodded. "Yes, M'lady Willow. It's tweed," she answered, stifling a giggle.

Willow grinned. "Yep," she agreed, giving her girlfriend a soft kiss. The amusement quickly dissipated as she relaxed how close she was to Tara's naked body. "Now, why don't we get started. Lay down on the bed, spreadeagle."

Tara did as she was told. Willow leaned over her, fastening the scarves around her wrists. Willow's satin encased breast hovered over Tara's face. She gave it a quick kiss, unable to stop herself.

Willow pulled back and raised an eyebrow. "Did you have permission to do that, pet?"

Tara shook her head. "No, M'lady."

"Then I guess we'll have to punish you later, won't we?" Willow asked, her eyes showing her lust at the thought.

Tara nodded, enthusiastically. "Yes, M'lady."

Willow quickly fastened the other three restraints. After asking if Tara was comfortable and receiving an affirmative answer Willow went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. She could feel Tara's eyes on her, questioning. Deliberately blocking Tara's view, she took out a long ostrich feather. This, she had borrowed from Giles' apartment earlier that day. The watcher had given her a knowing look, but hadn't said a word about it. "Tara, close your eyes and keep them closed until I say you can open them."

"Yes, M'lady."

Willow walked to the bed, the feather in her right hand. Delicately, she touched the tip of to Tara's left shoulder, running it down her arm, then back up. She trailed it over one breast, then the other, studiously avoiding contact with Tara's nipples. The blonde's eyes remained closed, but her lips parted as her respiration increased. Willow traced a path down between the blonde's breasts, down her stomach to her pussy. The feather stroked lightly up and down the wet core, eliciting moans of delight from the blonde. "Do you like that, Tara?"

"Yes, M'lady Willow. Very much," Tara said softly, her voice thick with passion.

Willow grinned happily, thrilled with the response she had received from Tara. She put the feather aside and sat on the bed. She looked at Tara for a moment, noting the blissed expression on her face. 'She must be in sub space! I made her go into sub space! Yay me!' Willow thought happily, almost bouncing on the bed in giddiness. Reaching out a hand she cupped Tara's breast, catching the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She squeezed it gently, causing Tara to gasp. She turned her attention to the other breast, summoning another pleasured moan from her lover.

Pulling away from Tara made the blonde whimper in disappointment. Willow smiled, her fingers teasing the blonde's inner thighs. Tara's hips bucked forward automatically, her ankles pulling at the restraints. Willow frowned. "No no, pet. Don't move until I say you can," Willow admonished, hoping it wasn't asking too much of her girlfriend.

Tara swallowed. "Yes, M'lady." She answered, struggling to stay still.

Willow waited a moment to see if Tara would safeword, but when none came, she continued. Running a finger up Tara's pussy, she felt the wetness coat the tip. She stopped just short of Tara's clit, refusing to give into the temptation to cause her lover to orgasm as quickly as possible. She continued teasing the blonde's pussy and thighs. Finally, she gave in to the blonde's whimpers and moans and began stroking her clit.

Tara gasped. "Oh, goddess, M'lady. It feels so good!" She moaned. Her hands pulled against the silk scarves that bound them, the silk slipping and sliding along her wrists, but not giving.

"Oh, good," Willow said, her voice sultry. Without warning she thrust two fingers from her other hand into the blonde's pussy, while her other fingers continued their assault on her clit.

Tara gasped in pleasure. She could feel the pleasure building. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, as Willow continued to thrust in and out of her. When the redhead added a third finger, Tara knew her orgasm wasn't too far in the future. "Oh goddess! Oh goddess!" She babbled in ecstasy. Her mind managed to remember the protocol of the situation before she gave into the intense feelings. "M... M'lady, may I... cum?" She gasped out.

"Open your eyes and ask me, Tara-pet," Willow instructed, needing to see the pleasure in her lover's blue eyes as she came.

Tara opened her eyes, almost exploding at the sight of Willow in her black satin, mercilessly fucking her with her fingers. "May... I... cum... M'lady?" She managed to get out as she struggled to hold off her orgasm.

Willow smiled in pleasure. "Yes, pet, you may move and come whenever you want," she answered. She was rewarded by a shriek from Tara's hips thrust upward, impaling herself more on Willow's fingers.

"Oh god, WILLOW!" Tara screamed as her muscles clenched around the redhead's fingers, drenching them in her cum.

Willow smiled in triumph, pleasure coursing through her own body at the heights of pleasure she had taken her lover, her submissive. 'God, this is... intense,' she thought to herself as Tara began to calm down from her orgasm.

Once Tara had come down from her orgasm, Willow eased her three fingers out and held them up. Meeting Tara's eyes, she put the fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking the juices from them. Tara's eyes began to glaze over once again. Leaning forward, Willow kissed Tara on the lips, letting her taste herself. Tara moaned at the contact.

Tara opened her eyes as Willow pulled away. "M'Lady?" She asked softly.

"Yes, Tara-pet?"

"May I pleasure you?" Tara asked.

Willow nodded, trying to keep her enthusiasm in check as she reached up to undo the blonde's restraints. With a few quick movements the blonde was free. Willow pushed her underwear over her hips and down to the floor. Taking her place on the bed, Tara kneeled beside her. "Make me cum, pet," Willow instructed breathlessly. The feeling of power flowed through her, making her feel wonderful.

Tara smiled and lowered her mouth to the redhead's rosy nipples. Sucking on one, then the other, she heard Willow's moans become louder. When Willow pushed lightly on her shoulder, she took the hint and settled down between the redhead's thighs.

Flicking her tongue out, she ran it over Willow's labia, tasting her. Gently parting Willow's pussy with her fingers, she began circling the redhead's clit with her tongue. Two fingers found Willow's drenched opening and slowly entered her.

"Faster, Tara," Willow moaned.

Tara obliged, and began fucking the redhead with her fingers, her mouth sucking and biting on her clit.

Willow tossed her head, moaning aloud in pleasure. "More, fingers," Willow gasped out.

Tara grinned inwardly, as she added a third finger. Under Tara's skilled mouth and fingers, Willow felt herself lose control, her body climaxing in a powerful orgasm. She cried out as the waves overtook her.

Tara disengaged her fingers, licking them clean as Willow lay gasping. The redhead opened an eye, still panting, to gaze at her girlfriend. Wordlessly, she held out her arms for the blonde.

Tara grinned and moved upward on the bed for snuggles.

"That was... that was... wow," Willow finally managed to gasp out. 'Didn't even use my outline,' she thought to herself.

Tara nodded. "Uh huh. Definitely wow," she agreed. "So... do you think we might be able to do this again?"

Willow leaned down and kissed her girlfriend lightly, smiling. "Oh yes. Experimentation is definitely fun." Willow replied. "Besides, I still need to punish you for kissing me without permission."

Tara smiled and snuggled closer to her lover and now Dominant. "I love you, Willow."

"I love you too, Tara. So much," Willow answered softly, gazing with love into Tara's face. They kissed again, very leisurely. Willow looked at her lover, and smiled. Reaching a hand over the side of the bed, she grabbed the light blanket she had put there and spread it over them.

The two lay in silence, each just relishing their pleasure and contentment. Completely sated and relaxed, they soon dropped off to sleep.